I ran into an old friend from High school a couple of weeks ago. I couldn't help but notice how nice her and her daughter were dressed. They had on really cute clean new clothes. The little girl was holding a cute purse that matched her shoes. She had some fun electronic hand held learning game. Her hair was nicely parted and pulled back. My old friend finished college and is now a full time nurse. It was nice catching up with her, but I felt a little down on myself after the visit.
Why? Because as she was talking I couldn't hep but get self conscious about the paint stuck on my pant legs or the fact that my hair was a mess. My daughter has spaghetti O's on her t-shirt. The stroller Belle was riding in was old and warn out. I felt almost poor. I told my husband later that night how I was feeling gross and jealous that I couldn't give my girls nice toys and new things.
He laughed at me.
which made me more upset! I tried to back up my point about maybe I should go back to work full time then we could afford those things.
"Honey We are not poor. Our girls don't need fancy things they need you."
I started reading a book called in praise of Stay-at-home moms. and
I came across a letter that was written to the author. She wrote about
how she was a SAHM. She was very active in her three children's lives, school, sports
and just little moments throughout their days. She also had those
moments where she wanted to pull her hair out and lock herself in the
bathroom. It wasn't always easy but then after her second child was
killed in a car accident when he was only 16 years old, she looks back at
all the time she got to spend with him and she treasures it.
